He murmured, “Qiao Yiluo, Qiao Yiluo.” He just felt that this name was so familiar, and he seemed to have heard it somewhere.
Qiao Shiyu in a coma, she had a very long dream, and there were Sun He and Xiaopang in her dream.
Xiaopang cried and asked her to ask for her mother, and Sun He was wearing a sharp dagger and asked her to pay her life.
All night, she was hunted by Sun He, and she kept running, and finally exhausted all her strength and fell to the ground, waiting for Sun He’s dagger to pierce into her chest.
Suddenly, when she looked up, she saw a tall figure far away.
She tried her best to shout for help, but there was no effect at all. In the end, Sun He’s dagger stabbed into her chest, and in an instant, blood flowed into a river, dyeing white shirt red.
In reality, the sunlight from the morning had already been found out from outside the window and spread the floor.
Qiao Shiyu was lying in the hotel emergency room, with cold sweat oozing on his forehead, and kept muttering: “Help, help, Ali, save me, save me.”
Gu Moli sat by the bed listening to Qiao Shiyu calling his name, his eyebrows frowned into the character Sichuan.
Who is this woman Ali?
Gu Moli held Qiao Shiyu’s little hand tightly, giving her full strength, and her deep eyes locked her motionlessly.
The entire ward was filled with a nervous aura, and for no reason, Gu Moli’s heartbeat also began to accelerate.
“Ah, don’t kill me, don’t kill me, don’t kill me.”
Suddenly, Qiao Shiyu suddenly sat up from the bed and shouted, panicked and confused.
He threw himself into Gu Moli’s arms regardless of the matter, and murmured, “Don’t kill me, Ali save me.”
Not only that, he finally took the initiative to kiss the man’s lips.
Gu Moli tightened his spine, subconsciously feeling a little distressed. His iron-like arm couldn’t help but hugged Qiao Shiyu tightly, and did not refuse, but catered to her kiss.